For some strange reason, I have no inclination to write anything
All I want to do is watch the Jeremy Kyle I missed this week due to 6th form taster sessions AND MY ATTEMPTS TO STALK MY GERMAN/FRENCH TEACHER TODAY THAT FAILED BECAUSE HE DECIDED HE WOULD STAY AT LOWER WHEN HE WOULD NORMALLY HAVE BEEN TEACHING US.
if you want more info on my failed stalking, check out my profile for the HP challenge and read the convo between me and ChoChang4eva… and enter the challenge.
Anyway, before this a/n becomes 100 words, let me end it
SPOILERS FOR THE SAMPLE CHAPTER OF LAST BREATH
"You know what you must do, Oliver," Amelie informs him with a certain coolness to her voice that is customary – he gets neither more affection nor less than usual… nobody does. He needn't believe he is special because, truly, he isn't – yet if he believing he is makes him do things that he wouldn't normally do, she may as well allow it. It isn't as if it is going to destroy her reputation or power, but simply allow her an escape from doing more… unsavoury things.
He rolls his eyes and stands up, trying to be more dominant in the situation. Yet all that occurs is Amelie raises one eyebrow and shakes her head infinitesimally, not needing to move to show her authority in the situation.
He stares down at her with a steely core to his eyes, the emotion he has for her evident in his eyes. Yet she ignores this and simply stares back, immune to his attempts to 'woo' her into being with him because, well, she doesn't have feelings for him. She loves Sam, the one who died for her – he is her Romeo and Oliver is nothing like that… he never can be.
He breaks away first, realising that he cannot win the war of the stares, his heart internally breaking.
"Yes, I know what I am to do," he sighs yet she does not react, deigning to simply continue to stare at him with an almost intrigued expression.
"And do divulge this action you shall partake in Oliver," she orders calmly. "For I wouldn't want you to have misapprehended my words and to divulge the information wrongly or in the wrong manner," she continues, knowing that, in a pique of madness at her lack of reaction, he may make it out to be all her rather than a joint decision.
"You want me to tell the Collins boy or that girl that Glass is not to marry Eve because… because…" he trails off and Amelie rolls her eyes at this.
"You do not need to inform them of a reason; the message is enough," she says sharply, wondering if Oliver has learnt anything about self preservation throughout his life or not. "And it is not girl, Oliver, but Claire. she has done a great service to this town and therefore receives the respect to be distinguished from the other humans in this town," she continues.
Oliver merely nods, not trusting himself to speak in regards to his paramour's pet, who he seems to insult every time he speaks. "May I depart now?" he asks in a low tone, Amelie seeming to contemplate this for a moment or so. She could make him stay a little longer, perhaps… but why force herself to be with a man whom she doesn't reciprocate his blatantly obvious feelings for longer than she needs to be? She shall have to confront this soon but for now she can remain blissfully safe, with him simply doing her bidding.
"You may leave, but heed this warning, Oliver," she says sharply, "if you contemplate fighting against me ever, please note that the torture you have seen me administer to my enemies in the past shall be a warm up in comparison to what you would receive. Do you comprehend?" she continues, Oliver gulping as she speaks.
"I understand that well enough," he retorts, not exactly the happy bunny he has been for the last few hours he has spent with Amelie. "I shall pass on your message now, dearest Amelie, without further ado," and with that, he walks out of the room before she can comment on his term of endearment towards her.
She sighs as he leaves, part of her wishing that she could love him, just for simplicity. But her head shall always belong to Sam and no other.
Oliver can never be her Romeo.
Because Sam is.
Thoughts?
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Vicky xx